The world shot down Love as a spy, once upon a time ago. // ...now I'm scanning these crowds for some sign of Your face. // You get bigger as you go, bales of memory like boats in tow.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Pimpin' The Blame....

Ok, this song/rap is a combination of two separate incidents that were directly related to me. I combined them with my own observations and interpretations. I believe that popular NeoCon radio personalities and well-known liberals are the ones "pimpin' the blame". Pimpin' The Blame

you slither 'cross the tracks to my side of townleavin' a trail of slime so the rest of your kind can follow, followacross the street from the grocery sto'you stand on the corner with yer $40 dollar 'ho'1/2-a-block up from the jr. high schoolfly ain't fly and cool ain't cool no mo', no mo'as we walk on by you never take your eyefrom my 10-year-old daughteryou motion to the ho a-standin' there waitin' like a lamb led to slaughteri'm between my little girl and the trashhold on to her, keep her from lookin' backi believe you, so believe you meyou owe a death to society you ask "you wanna a piece a this?"a-here's a hollow-point you can kiss

and (chorus)get the **** away from me boy i'll shoot you dead (x4)

escalades make the rounds 'round the blockstill, it's all malt likker to the Clear Channel talkerskeep your ear to the ground and the neighborhood watchersand you watch 'em turn up dead, deadit's one thing to listen while you're ridin' in your carabout white-flight on the NPRabout the welfare system and ol' FDRand the easy money made jus' pimpin' blame hard, hard but it's another when it's does a drive-by on the neighborhood bar (chorus)

check the PC hypocrisy at the real world doorit's got nothin' to do with the real state of poorthe reaction in relation to the real state of thingsyou creep on the corner don't give a crap about blamebut if you could do radio you'd pimp that hate and sooner or later it's fish or be bait (chorus)

jus' pimpin' the blame, pimpin' the blameit's got nothin' to do with the real state of painjus' pimpin' the blame, uh huh uh, and (chorus)i'm between my little girl and the trashhold on to her, keep her from lookin' back

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From Lancaster, Ohio, and living somewhere outside Athens with my beautiful and brilliant much-better-half. I play occasionally in two alt.country bands. In my spare time, I ignore the lawn and garden until it's almost too late, chase the two dogs
around the yard, practice juggling the two kittens, and try to forget that I am a "Dilbert" for a flooring company in Columbus.